Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Neu!,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.